Beside Ourselves

Reacclimate It's your dust to settle, not mine, not mine Beside ourselves Cause we are incorporeal for a time and a place Now think a bit What is the fabric made of if not love? If not love? Beside ourselves The way that things look so minute from miles above Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, it sucks to wait Especially when the crowd is drunk and loud and moves so slow But then they turn around And they look at you with eyes that never glow Have I seen you before? There's no use telling me why And at this point it's par for the course It's par for the course And that's fine